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Verse 1:

In the corner booth on Sunday,

her voice is soft, yet clear.

She’s talking about her childhood,

and the dreams she held so dear.

He’s nodding like he’s listening,

but his thoughts begin to stray,

to the hum of weekend highlights,

and results from yesterday.

Chorus:

Let’s find our rhythm,

in the spaces left unsaid,

through the laughter and the madness,

where love is quietly fed.

It’s not about perfection,

or always breaking through.

It’s the dance of imperfection,

that leads me back to you.

Verse 2:

She’s talking about the curtains,

and if they match the couch.

Her words fall soft around him,

but his mind is tuning out.

He’s wondering if the injuries

will cost his team the game.

Two lives in quiet motion.

yet never quite the same.

Chorus:

Let’s find our rhythm,

in the spaces left unsaid,

through the laughter and the madness,

where love is quietly fed.

It’s not about perfection,

or always breaking through.

It’s the dance of imperfection,

that leads me back to you.

Bridge:

She asks him if he’s listening,

“Of course, I am.” he nods,

She tilts her head and questions,

“Then tell me what I said.”

He grins,

“Do the carpet match the curtains?”

She laughs,

“You should know, ya big galoot.”

They splutter, and wink, raise their drink,

and head home, happy and content.





Final Chorus:

Let’s find our rhythm,

in the spaces left between,

through the little jokes and quiet times,

where love’s the sweetest seen.

It’s never about perfection,

or always getting through,

it’s the messy, funny moments,

that keep me close to you.